If yon bright stars which gem the night
  Be each a blissful dwelling-sphere
Where kindred spirits reunite
  Whom death hath torn asunder here,—
How sweet it were at once to die,
  To leave this blighted orb afar!
Mixt soul and soul to cleave the sky,
  And soar away from star to star.

But oh, how dark, how drear, how lone,...